Fear for what you might find and anticipation of the worst. Be done with that and think positive thoughts. This is a different beginning for you. She has brought you into her fantasy world and she has found a way in her sickness to still be with you. How wonderful.

Very touching - these memories will last your lifetime. How wonderful that you got to go, and had such a meaningful gift of those moments!Often in Nursing, a patient will say something metaphorical. Like "my teddy bear loves you" or "the boat is listing" and of course, the parallell is wonderfully obvious. Maybe?7 is such a meaningful number in our culture - and for her to have been asked to solve it.... And the Geneva Convention = peace.She's solved and resolved her peace!May you (and all of us) find as eloquent way to find ours!

I read your two posts back to back, so am posting here. I went through a similar feeling of avoidance when I went back east for my mother's passing. But it was okay. And your reunion went so very well! Maybe your siblings had trouble communicating with her because they didn't "get" what she was saying when she mentioned things like working out mathematics for the Geneva Conference. Whether it's a metaphor, a fantasy, or even a glimpse into "the other side," it's reality to your mother. By accepting what she's saying, you're letting her know that she's important and real, not someone to be humored along. And who knows? Maybe she does have important mathematical insight. I;m so happy this is going well. There may be some down times when your mom is having a bad day, but you know she's there and she knows you. That's golden!

I wrote a post this morning but then my computer ate it. I'm so glad you are visiting your mama. As a nurse I was told to reorient confused pt's, but more often it's kinder and gentler to go with the fantasy. Sometimes profound truths are spoken when you go with it. Enjoy your time and know that she will.

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I am a compulsive overeater, a "food" addict. I am as hard-core as any down-and-out drug addict, only my substance is legal, I have the money to get it, and I can still pass as normal. For more than 60 years, I have taken big hits of sugar/fat to blot out sorrows, to stuff down my fears, angers and pain... also to celebrate any and every little thing you can imagine... until I feel almost nothing at all, until I'm stupefied and numb. In March of 2010, I razed the bottom. I went to my first Overseaters Anonymous (OA) meeting and have begun a journey of recovery. This blog is my journal of healing.